It's a quiet weekend here in Middlebury for Cindy and me. We went out to breakfast and dinner and did some shopping yesterday on her birthday, and it's pretty quiet today. (Middlebury and Shipshewana pretty much roll up the sidewalks and put them away on Sunday.)
The kids are in MO, IL, SC, and GA (Jim & Janet also celebrated a wedding anniversary yesterday in SC). We heard from most of them yesterday. There are grandkids in all of those places, plus NY and MS.
Dad's been gone for 30 years this fall (that can't possibly be right!), and I miss him every day. He gave me my love of travel. He and Mom used to throw four boys into a car with no air conditioning and take off for a week or two every year. Dad's attitude was always, "This would be a great day to be starting on a trip somewhere!" Many years later, Mom told me, "I'm not sure what we were thinking. I guess we thought we were having fun, I don't know." We were, and I often wonder what Dad would have thought of traveling in an RV rather than a Chevy Impala. I can just imagine the smile.
Happy Father's Day to one and all!